Photo taken by Kelly Keene. By Kelly Keene There is a tree  in my yard that sprouts lemons. It’s incredible,  I think,  because, I cannot  sprout lemons, myself.  So I go to this tree, I depend on it, for lemons. But it doesn’t always have them.  It seems to say,  when I go out to … Continue reading Lemons

by Kelly Keene “This coffee is too hot!” “Mine’s too cold!” Said the woman and the man about I-don’t-know how old.  I peered up from the counter my shoulders frumped with defeat. This sort of thing happens,  at least five times a week.  “I’ll fix that right up” I said with a smile,  Then I … Continue reading Barista

by Kelly Keene Mid forties Grey roots Five eight She was probably coming straight from work.  Frozen chicken A bag of frozen peas Two cans of Campbell's and toilet paper.  At least in her eighties. Typical grandma perm.  Barely five feet.  Eight cans of cat food.  Marzipan. A birthday card,  and  A six pack of … Continue reading The Cashier

By Kelly Keene She’s the one that sings. She feels too, and her eyes are wide and glossy as if all the joy inside her is trying to push through them. Maybe that’s why she sings. Some people feel emotions strongly. And she is one of them. I’m not sure what the world would be … Continue reading Ginny